Sleep out in Sugar Hollow has been at a premium lately. I cringe thinking about what I lay to waste in my sleep-deprived wake. I don't understand how this works - how you are expected to take care of a vulnerable, precious little human being while walking around as if you are one of the living dead.
More soon on gardening goodness. I promise. Because I need it, too.
But for now, I will focus on getting a shower in here and there, showing up to my day job in something that looks clean (maybe even pressed) and getting a good meal at least once a day. A meal that someone else has cooked. Followed by chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Finishing the day with an episode of The House of Eliott. And asleep by 9. I mean 8. I mean . . . whenever I pass out on the couch.